Aldous took her arm and turned toward the nearest buildings, pretending to point to one. As they turned and walked toward the building Aldous murmured under his breath “Look back the way we were heading. Don’t turn your head”.
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Loomie looked out of the corner of her eye. One of the enforcers who took their old crew was making his way among the pedestrians, looking as if he was searching for something or someone. “What do we do?” she whispered.

Nadia listened as Gerrin recounted everything from the debacle at Lotus Ridge forward: the faulty intelligence, the attack, the horrible discovery of how wrong they’d been, how his superiors pinned it all on him, his five years of prison time, how he and Reilly were dumped on Whitefall for Reavers to dispose of, his time on past ships, and his more recent adventures. When Gerrin had finished, Nadia sat silently, her face pale with disbelief. “That’s-“ she fought to get the words out. “That’s a lot to have to swallow… all of it”.

“It all happened”, Gerrin assured her.

“And Irina?” Her voice echoed the shock on her face. “I…I just can’t believe it”.

“Want to talk to Reilly?” Gerrin asked darkly. “He was there for it”.

“I don’t need to talk to ‘Reilly’, whoever that is”.

“That would be me”, Reilly responded, who had slid in beside the couch unseen.

Nadia and Gerrin both jumped at his response. “What’re you doing here?” Gerrin asked. “Where’s Doc?”

“All right”, Gerrin addressed Nadia in a lowered voice, “they didn’t need to know that right now”. Raising his voice for Reilly and Aldous, he rebuked defensively “It was relevant at the time, and the other names were taken”. Standing and facing Aldous, he asked “How you feeling?”

“That sometimes happens when a patient is sedated for surgery”, Nadia assured him. “She’ll be fine when she wakes up”.

“If she wakes up”, Aldous answered worriedly.

Nadia paused. “The surgery went fine, so I’m optimistic. She was hurt pretty bad, so it’s going to take some time before she comes to, but you have no reason to expect the worst”.

Aldous looked at her doubtfully. “We’re all we’ve got. It’s been that way for most of our lives”.

“Things changed”, Gerrin broke in firmly. “You’re on a crew that takes care of its own, now”.

“That’s right”, Reilly admitted.

They both looked at him. “Well, you had to turn me into a do-gooder!” Reilly glowered at Gerrin.

“Nobody made you do it”, Gerrin rebuked.

Reilly scowled “Yeah, but you get used to someone having your back and you having theirs, and you start to like it, and it gets like an addiction: you keep wanting it”. Staring at Gerrin accusingly, he continued “I was fine on my own until you came along and talked me into being part of a crew. Now it’s sunk in and I can’t get rid of it”.

Aldous and Loomie continued to search through Freeport for work. Five days of scouring the streets for gainful employment in sweltering heat while living in a covered alleyway had left them both a little haggard. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea”, Loomie commented as they trudged through a large dusty square among pedestrians who ignored them.

Loomie frowned “Nine ships in five days, and the best we can do is an offer to clean their refuse tanks?”

“It’ll get better”.

“And we’re living in an alley?”

“Well, look at the bright side: it can’t get much worse”.

Loomie rubbed her stomach. ”I’m hungry”, she complained. “One meal every other day just ain’t gonna get it. We need food and we need work”.

“We’ll get both. Have I ever let you down?”

“Uh-“ Loomie waved her hands around the street where they were walking.

“Hey! You still got me, don’t you?”

“Okay”, she relented, “you’re one up on daddy”.

Aldous turned toward her. “Don’t you think it’s time to let that go?” he said gently.

“Why?” she snorted bitterly. “He let us go. Took off and never came back”.

“Could mean anything”.

“And it could be he just dumped us in that shelter and just took off on his merry, just like I thought, no goodbye, no nothing”.

“Kinda the point”, Aldous looked back at her. “We don’t know what happened”.

“We know he’s gone”, Loomie frowned darkly. “That’s enough”.

Aldous stopped. “We need to leave”, he announced suddenly.

“What do you mean?”

Aldous took her arm and turned toward the nearest buildings, pretending to point to one. As they turned and walked toward the building Aldous murmured under his breath “Look back the way we were heading. Don’t turn your head”.

Loomie looked out of the corner of her eye. One of the enforcers who took their old crew was making his way among the pedestrians, looking as if he was searching for something or someone. “What do we do?” she whispered.

“Just keep walking natural”, her brother answered.

They both walked as casually as possible toward a dull green container-building that advertised a store on the inside. As they stepped inside, Aldous waited until the door closed behind them to turn and peer outside. Scanning the street for a few seconds, he finally announced “Doesn’t look like he saw us”.

They both pretended to browse through the small shop for several minutes. Loomie enjoyed the relative comfort of the shop, at least ten degrees cooler thanks to a semi-functional air conditioning, while Aldous kept one eye on the door, half expecting to see the enforcer strolling in at any moment. When after several minutes no one came through the door, Aldous stepped to the door and peered out, scanning the square for the enforcer. “All clear”, he announced.

They returned to the street. After a minute Loomie began half-sarcastically “So, what were you saying about our wonderfully absent father?”

“Let it go”, Aldous insisted.

“Fine”, Loomie sighed. “What are we gonna do about work?”

Aldous stopped and looked around. His eyes locked on a ship rising in the near distance above the rectangular metal buildings on the other side of the square, with another settling toward the ground nearby. “Let’s check the dockmaster’s office. Maybe they got something”.

Reilly stepped to the window to look outside as Gerrin and Nadia continued talking. The sky was becoming a lighter shade of gray, tinged with red close to the horizon. He turned toward them. “Not to butt in”, he addressed Gerrin, “but you do remember we have to get the ship off that pad?”

Gerrin looked toward him, then shifted his gaze toward the window. “Right”, he commented. Standing up, he looked toward the couch where Aldous was sleeping. Gerrin walked over to his sleeping mechanic, bent down, and gently shook him by the shoulder. “Aldous”, he began.

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